billy bob thornton is puny, uninteresting, and a horrible, horrible singer.

he wore a black knit stocking cap with the words 'pirate radio' emblazoned in rhinestones. he remarked on this hat frequently, between renditions of such _fantastic_ tunes as "Game of Love” (Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders circa 196-?)

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elvis costello sang the whole of "i want you" which was long and good after two hours and change. ry and i listened to it from the roof of our car in the parking lot. it sounded better out there.

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last night mary timony sang about fucking a unicorn, among other things.

we made cracks about faeries and fantasy, but secretly loved the drummer and the sparklehorse guy.

cello is almost always fantastic.

i felt a bit bad because mary caught a shock from her mic and flew backward a few steps. from then on her performance was ever so slightly hesitant.

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